Winslow
Well, my third pet duck has drifted away to that fish-filled pond in the sky. I was the last to know that he had died because my mother didn't know how to tell me. I guess he went quickly, the dogs killed him while my mom was visiting me. I guess he finally pecked them one too many times. What really ticks me off is that the duck was just beginning to heal up from his last dog inflicted wound. My mom says that the dogs have officially sealed their fate. I think she's going to ask our neighbor to shoot them since hauling them to a pound would be a pain in the butt. The only good news from this is that we know that Slick didn't have anything to do with the murder since he was with us in town.
So, this is a little tribute to Winslow the duck. He was an incredibly cute baby, a terribly rebellious teenager, and the worst "duck who thinks he's dog" I've ever seen. We will all miss you WInslow (though probably not Slick). I hope you find peace with your flock up in that big pond in the sky...
So, this is a little tribute to Winslow the duck. He was an incredibly cute baby, a terribly rebellious teenager, and the worst "duck who thinks he's dog" I've ever seen. We will all miss you WInslow (though probably not Slick). I hope you find peace with your flock up in that big pond in the sky...